Heat My Enemy

Heat! Heat, my enemy; this too I learn. Why yea, such burden on my back do lay, Yea bronze my skin, damn sun, my neck yea burn. My enemy –Hot August sun -hot day. Does' come late September days concern Bring for me your sweet eastern winds, I pray. And October cool as leaves do fall -return! Fill this sky not with burning sun, but gray. Bring to me a sky, which clouds for shade. My condition air, -Down, my thermostat Cool breeze blow, me yea kind relief unpaid. Fear creeps on me; sun to hot to be that- My cool to keep. Hope, Faith or Charity My electric bill, this week pay for me.